Lyrics:
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
went double-up servin' Fiend
Even though I'm a thug, ya love me
If sex was a game, we'd a play rugby
I got you flyin' first classes on planes
know some hoes slutty
I optioned a bitch off like a nigga playing rugby
I done seen a ghetto meal, little buddy, trust me
Jump European, came clean
(tru)
YSL belt buckle
Y'all niggas sure is looking
Y'all niggas sure is lucky
Two chains on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand
(tru)
YSL belt buckle
Y'all niggas sure is looking
Y'all niggas sure is lucky
Two chains on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand
up
And you got the baddest bitch up in the club
Put your cups up even if she ugly
And it look like the bitch play rugby
We could take me anywhere
the way she suck me
Love how every time we play she catch it like rugby
I love she know whats up with me she love me cause I'm gutta
I like a lot about her
gewerk
Hy’t my vertel hoe baie mis hy sy rugby
En vir die Springbok klop sy hart nog sterk
(To our Boks of 2019. Arrive in Japan like world champions,
Bitch I been that, since you was rockin' Aero tees
Polo, Rugby, different color sleeves, flexin' Hercules (flex like Hercules)
Too fresh in the club, I
Hulle raas en rumoer, dis 'n groot gedruis, al die manne by die rugby onthaal
En die dop en die dam is op die huis, almal drink en die Unie betaal
En die
the mood for drinking
Very soon I'll try sinking
Fifteen pints of Skull Attack
Into a Kiwi I went bumping
He said that Rugby was a fun thing
He taught me
As he watches a TV programme of the Springbok rugby Test
As the images flicker upon the screen he can hear the manne call
They say hak hom, hak hom
pay
10am wake up at the pub
Brush our teeth and get some grub
Today gonna go for a drive the rugby's on in Narrabri
Go along cheer on the boys
Us girls
Koshuisvader, onderwyser
Krieket rugby mal
Tien jaar terug op ‘n perd se rug
Dink ek weer aan Lil
By Golden Gate deur die agterruit
Van die
go dummy yeah
Take her down rugby yeah
Beat it up rocky yeah
Eh, eh eh
Earrings yeah, African earrings
Yeah bitch hot like riri yeah yeah
Wanna make
thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They want to, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin' it must be me
Please shed light, the hood's
in the '70s
You with your buddies, I'm with my bloodies
And that's ain't not flag, lil' nigga, this rugby
Duct-tape that nigga up until he a mummy
for myself
Thought you were smart when you took them on
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest
for myself
Thought you were smart when you took them on
But you didn't take a peep in their artillery room
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest
techniques ugly, dirty like rugby
Drop jewels like yoda my young students love me
All rappers are under not one of them above me
I rip shit, I blow
run away robber, gunner stay half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's really good?
I'm in the buggy mon', with the rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking
the bitch play rugby
We could take me anywhere where the thugs be
When they see me motherfuckers wanna hug me
It's all love 'cause, it's all love blood
It's
ugly
Dirty like rugby
Drop jewels like yoda my young students love me
All rappers are under not one of them above me (I rip it)
I blow the whole house
with my soul, mind, body etcetera
Money is venomous
It ain't just about kicking it
Like rugby lessons are
Find your radius from the center half
You get
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